piratejournal | 001 : written

So.

[Hawke writes that one word and stops. This feels utterly stupid. Still, she's seen it work. A book that can be written in or spoken to, and it replies in kind. Or, rather, not the book itself, she's learned, but others with the same kind of book.

It seems impossible, even if she knows it works. Which is why she writes. It's far less likely to attract attention if she's somehow done it wrong.

This is obvious magic at work, and that concerns her. Has she ended up in Tevinter? She doesn't have friends there. The matter of how she came to be here is another worry. Magic, obviously. But what kind of magic is capable of that?

Feynriel, perhaps? Somehow? Wanting to see her? But he is not here.]

Called upon for a quest, is it? I will say, I've had worse receptions.

[Granted, she can't really complain about being away from Kirkwall. There's nothing for her there, not right now. Just a lot of bluster and obligations forced on her as the "Champion of Kirkwall," a position she never tried to earn. It's an honor, yes, but not one she cares for right now.

Being an adventurer again? Sounds like a vacation.]

I suppose I'm looking for information, then. What is known of this jewel? Fact or legend. I find both tend to be helpful.

I could also use some assistance in doing as a few locals have advised me and finding a crew. I've sailed before but never worked a boat, but I'm willing to learn and am rather handy in a fight.

[Should she sign her name? No one's seemed to recognize her so far. But what if she is in Tevinter and someone knows the name but not her face?

No... For now, best to just... not sign it.]

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Thank the Maker!

[She actually laughs a bit. Because hearing Isabela? Is hearing a friend. And lets her feel just a little more confident.]

I might have known I'd find you where there are ships and treasure to be found!

[chuckle] To be fair, I could do with a bigger ship, though I'm not lacking in booty. [both kinds]

I suppose I shouldn't be surprised you're making due.

Would you care to teach someone else her way around the rigging? [She can't help the lilt in her voice as she asks it. After all, she's talking to Isabela.]

[heh heh] Oh, I think I can handle showing you the ropes.

[maybe she should warn Hawke about Hawke........nah.

Anyway.] The ship is called The Oargy. There's some magical device in the Backwater Brig that'll let you show up onboard. Just don't ask me to explain it.

[maybe grab some supplies too, while you're at it]

...Of course it is.

[But she sounds amused, at least.]

So. What do I do? Just... tell it? Like this thing?

Unless you want to wait a month or so for us to swing by the island again.

More or less. Ask the woman there if you need. Oh, and can you pick up some bandages? Anders won't stop whining about it.

Bandages. Got it.

Do you need anything else? Is Merrill there? Varric? What about Fenris?

[She needs to know who all she's trying to pick up supplies for, after all.]

No, we've got Leliana, one of the Wardens, [getting steadily drier] two Mabaris, and a cat.

[and somebody with a magnificent beard, but she's not quite sure how to tell you this]

If you want something other than rum, I suggest you pick some up.

...Two Mabaris? How did you manage that?

[She actually sounds impressed.

She'll have to pick up some bones, then.]

Apparently, they decided the ship was also a floating menagerie.

I'm surprised we don't have a parrot yet, to be honest.

[She has to say it. Has to tease Isabela.]

Want me to bring one?

[she sounds pretty disgruntled. Damn Varric and his stories.]

Sure. While you're at it, get me a peg leg, a hook, and an eyepatch.

I'll see what I can do.

[Does she sound like she's up to something? Yeah, probably.]

[musingly] If you're going to go that route, you might as well pick up handcuffs and a riding crop.